The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Philip Larkin

This is one of my favourite Spring poems. I love how it captures a sense of renewal but also the gloom of early Spring. Today with the grey rain on the first day of March reminded me of it.  The BBC have also made a gorgeous animation of this poem which is worth a watch.

“You are the sky. Everything else is just the weather.” – Pema Chodron #wintersky #nofilter

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